Elf is born from heaven and earth, so it is very rare.

Every little elf is the most precious existence of the elves.

Every one hundred years, a little elf will be born, carefully taken care of by the elders of the elf clan, waiting for the coming of the gods.

Then, the elves choose whether to follow Stephanie, the goddess of light, Frances, or the goddess of darkness, to become an angel or a fallen angel...

Today is exactly the day when the century-old elves are born.

On the white sacred altar, a flower intertwined with ice blue and ice silver was slowly blooming under the tense gazes of the elves elders wearing white robes.

You can vaguely see something that seems to be wrapped in the size of a baby, and a faint halo is emitted on your body.

Finally, the flowers are fully blooming.

A brand new elf was born in the world.

"Born."

"Born."

"God blesses the 96th member of our elves family to come to the world."

The elders of the Elf Clan were excited and prayed in strange and sacred rituals to bless their new members and add "blessings of the elders".

The prayer is over and blessings are brought down.

The holy white light surrounding the small body of the new elf slowly dissipated...

The elf lies quietly among the elves' fertile flowers. The long hair of the ice silver is pressed against her white cheeks. The wings grown on the back are as thin as cicada wings, as if transparent. Occasionally, it flashes unconsciously, and a faint silver light is swept in the sun...

Being well-behaved and soft and cute is heart-wrenching.

Even the most vicious bad guy in this world may not be able to attack this elf.

The elders of the elves looked at the new elves who were still sleeping, and showed an aunt's smile on their faces, their eyes full of soft and loving light.

An elder suddenly remembered a question: "It doesn't have a name yet."

Only after adults choose gender according to their own wishes can elves be distinguished from men or women. So here is ‘it’.

"Yes, our cute elves don't have a name yet."

"Captain, please ask God quickly and give our elves a beautiful name."

Only by giving a name can one be considered a true rebirth, and only then will the elf open his eyes...

The elders of the elves could not wait and kept urging them.

The leader of the Elf tribe slowly reached out and stroked his white beard, saying, "Don't worry, I will ask God to give our elves a name."

"good."

"Captain, hurry up."

Under the ease of the elders of the elves, the elves' patriarch wrapped the green leaves in his hands and smashed them to the ground.

After chanting a strange and mysterious spell, the leader of the Elf clan picked up his crutch and went into the air!

I saw a line of light golden words appearing in the void, crooked, false and real.

But for a moment, the light golden words dissipated, but the patriarch and elders had already deeply engraved the words into their minds.

The leader of the Elf tribe put away his crutches and looked at the new elf sleeping on the fertile flower, and announced in a gentle tone:

"The ninth sixth elves in our elves clan are named Bethel."

The words fell.

Bingyin's long-haired, soft and cute elf, her slender and beautiful eyefelt feathers trembled, and a stream of light flashed in the sun, slowly opening it...
Chapter completed!